Moving trees and holding hands,
as I walked with you, my friend,
we´ve got lost for the hundreth time,
and the world, the world we left behind.
I felt your breath, I kissed your lips,
I looked you in the eye,
pierced right through the mist,
and I knew that we found
a place of our own,
the place, that forest, is what became our home.
But our feet got us further and darker our home became,
you stood silent, waiting for me
and the winds sung in a minor key
Well, I knew a little, too little of guiding through those lands,
my feet felt weak, your heart got numb and loose became our hands...
So, tell me, lover, would you mind,
if I took you again for a ride,
down that forrest from our past,
tell me!
would you walk with me, or run fast?